In the side hall, there were more than twenty traditionally styled tables, each with six seats, and on the tables were teapots and peanuts.

This setup was somewhat reminiscent of old-era theaters.

The wealthy were moving around, their expressions either joyful or somber, and a cacophony enveloped the room.

Whenever there's a gathering, these socially adept elitists spare no effort in networking, trying to establish every person as a potential contact.

And often in such settings, the person with the highest status is immediately identifiable.

At this moment, many were gathered around Bi Quan, each with a fawning smile, their intentions to curry favor couldn't be more obvious.

Being neither humble nor arrogant is often praised, but reality is, in front of those wielding power and money, such an attitude is seen as acting pretentious and arrogant.

To be blunt, such people wouldn't get warm food even if they ate shit, let alone a leg up, they'd never rely on you even to tie a shoe.

Bi Quan was clearly accustomed to being the center of attention, skillfully interacting with everyone so no one felt neglected.

Beside him, Bi Junxian was glancing around as if looking for someone.

"Crack!"

At this moment, the door to the side hall was pushed open, and Xiao Feng and his group entered.

"Not bad, quite lively," Xiao Feng commented with a smile, speaking in a manner reminiscent of a leader inspecting the grassroots.

Bi Junxian's eyes narrowed, they're finally here, I'll make sure they'll regret it!

With Xiao Feng's bureaucratic-sounding comments, the atmosphere gradually cooled, and everyone stared at the entrance, quietly discussing the identity of Xiao Feng and his group.

After inquiries around, it turned out no one knew who these people at the door were, only a small number recognized Jiuye.

Logically, Sun Shijie's fame should have been greater than Jiuye's, but due to a simple disguise, he now had a completely unfamiliar face.

It wasn't that Sun Shijie was being self-absorbed, believing that after pretending to be dead for so long someone might still remember him, but a person declared dead suddenly reappearing is a sensational story anywhere.

The media would surely go crazy for interviews; the police might even get involved, and although it wasn't a big issue, it would be a hassle that's best to avoid if possible.

Seeing many smilingly greet Jiuye, Bi Junxian furrowed his brows and gestured, and his follower immediately leaned in.

"Go, find out the identity of that old man."

"Understood, Young Master!"

Shortly after, the follower returned and whispered to Bi Junxian, "That old man used to be a tomb raider, known as Jiuye, supposedly very famous, and there was even a little poem about his peak reputation."

"What poem?" Bi Junxian asked intrigued.

The follower thought for a moment and said, "It's something like 'Raise your head and see this sky, who doesn't offer a smoke when seeing Jiuye'."

"This poem... is damn crappy," Bi Junxian cursed before waving off, "Alright, just stand back."

Meanwhile, Jiuye was busy exchanging pleasantries with those greeting him.

Many people hinted, hoping to probe the identities of Xiao Feng and others, but knowing Jiuye's character, he effortlessly dodged questions and revealed nothing.

"Oh wow, isn't this President Zhen?" A pot-bellied middle-aged man exclaimed, slapping his forehead, "My bad, my bad, I must be blind."

The person referred to as President Zhen was undoubtedly Zhen Jinghan.

This made the seated wealthy even more uncertain, seeing the setup, Zhen Jinghan seemed just an accessory, who exactly is that young man at the forefront?

He can even let Zhen Jinghan play second fiddle!

Thinking so, many began to stir, wanting to come forward and chat with Xiao Feng.

Perhaps a few kind words now could bring great benefits later.

Even if no advantages come about, there's nothing to lose.

Though businessmen are typically profit-driven, deals that require no upfront investment yet promise substantial returns are especially enticing.

However, before anyone could move, Bi Junxian spoke.

"So, it turns out to be Jiuye who started by digging up people's ancestors, I've heard much about you."

As he spoke, he approached Jiuye and said, "I've heard your line of work is shady, aren't you afraid of any mishaps coming to this pure land of the Buddhist Sect?"

His words carried a thick hint of provocation, and those wealthy intent on approaching Xiao Feng reconsidered, choosing to watch for now.

Jiuye explained, "Precisely because the Buddhist Sect is a pure land, so..."

But before he could finish, Bi Junxian directly interrupted, "So, by being here, you've defiled this pure land."

Then, turning to face the affluent seated, he said, "Everyone knows grave robbing has always been despised, and I'm not wrong in saying that, am I?"

With this, some who were less discerning started echoing in flattery.

"Not wrong, absolutely not wrong!"

"Young Master Bi is right, such acts are utterly heinous and inexcusable, such people don't belong in the Buddhist Sect."

"Expel him, lest Buddha's wrath befall us all."

Jiuye maintained a composed demeanor, having weathered many storms, this was far from unsettling him.

Of course, being driven out wasn't pleasant.

Just then, Xiao Feng nonchalantly said, "If he taints the pure land, then what about you, who likes to exploit male subordinates and blackmail them with photos?"

"Boom!"

His words were like a bombshell, altering the expressions of most present.

While many had heard of Bi Junxian's deeds, no one dared to openly state it; that would equate to insulting Bi Quan.

Bi Junxian was about to explode, but Bi Quan halted him.

"Young man, don't bring up baseless rumors. You claim my son exploits and blackmails, but do you have evidence?" Bi Quan said in a deep voice, his eyes fixed on Xiao Feng, exuding the inherent authority of someone in a long-held position of power.

Xiao Feng remained unfazed, having even mocked figures like Song Zhengbo, Bi Quan's supposed authority was laughable to him.

He smiled and countered, "Your son claims this old gentleman robs graves, where's his evidence? Did he join him in digging or buy things from him?"

The wealthy exchanged furtive glances, wondering about this young man's background, daring to challenge Bi Quan so directly.

Bi Quan fell silent, eyes unblinkingly watching Xiao Feng; this calm confidence suggested deep assurance, but where did this assurance stem from?

This question couldn't be answered with mere speculation.

Yet finding someone to investigate now was clearly too late, as the tension in the atmosphere began to escalate.

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